Rick Bartow
Story, 2000
drypoint on Mitsumata
image 7 x 5 in
paper 11 1/2 x 9 3/4 in
paper 11 1/2 x 9 3/4 in
Edition of 50 plus 1 artist's proof
BAR2101
Copyright R.E. Bartow Trusts
$ 700.00
First edition is drypoint on Mitsumata paper with brown ink, paper size 11 1/2 x 9 3/4 in. Second edition is drypoint on Kozo paper with black ink, paper size...
First edition is drypoint on Mitsumata paper with brown ink, paper size 11 1/2 x 9 3/4 in. Second edition is drypoint on Kozo paper with black ink, paper size 16 x 12 in..
In 1998, Bartow told this Crow Story
"This drawing depicts the pan-Northwest Native myth of crow and the sun box. The tale is often called Yealth, which is the Tlingit word for crow or raven. In Crow Story, a powerful chief keeps the sun in a box. Crow tries many ways to trick the chief into releasing the sun, and there are several variations explaining how the sun is freed eventually. Beside crow is a sun mask, which resembles a mask made by Lillian Pitt—a close friend and artist, member of the Warm Springs tribe."
In 2006, Bartow spoke about the crow walking:
"A pow-wow dancer-all bustle and proud-crow-hops the dusty circle dance. Falsetto voices chanting - as drum sticks unite - in a thunderous crescendo - of mother’s great heart beat! Sacred fool, keep away from our daughters and get your sticky fingers out of that pick-nick basket!"
In 1998, Bartow told this Crow Story
"This drawing depicts the pan-Northwest Native myth of crow and the sun box. The tale is often called Yealth, which is the Tlingit word for crow or raven. In Crow Story, a powerful chief keeps the sun in a box. Crow tries many ways to trick the chief into releasing the sun, and there are several variations explaining how the sun is freed eventually. Beside crow is a sun mask, which resembles a mask made by Lillian Pitt—a close friend and artist, member of the Warm Springs tribe."
In 2006, Bartow spoke about the crow walking:
"A pow-wow dancer-all bustle and proud-crow-hops the dusty circle dance. Falsetto voices chanting - as drum sticks unite - in a thunderous crescendo - of mother’s great heart beat! Sacred fool, keep away from our daughters and get your sticky fingers out of that pick-nick basket!"